Don’t You See It? Well… Neither Does It…
So much Light, running from it — blinded.
Feeling heat baking a spine on-the-run,
keen on escaping the blazing Sun.
Every thing hurts, every thing a causation for the churning of fear.
No discerning, no judgement, no room for energy here.
How did I run, then, from this scorching feeling?
The fiery pitchfork of dawn that stabs eyes, leaving victims a scurrying fool;
perpetuating this vampiric-pull,
a carnivorous hatred for fellow Man, creatures,
all that matters is a toy!
The Sun is not Its friend.
Light melts Its limited reserves.
Darkness…grants It the power to survive,
why should/would…could…(?)…no…It does not care for Others’ strife.
Anger is Its only friend,
shoving the wheels into motion.
There’s no Electricity, no Higher-power,
terraforming Cosmonauts broken-mirroring a gruesome image.
Manipulating Light as a prisoner-of-war,
appropriating natural-power as another offensive-appendage.
Another…no…the jewel…of Man’s murderous, machinous regime.